22
Jack
I stand at the edge of the small inland lake and watch the setting sun. The water ripples reflect orange, gold and pink. The lake’s going to be freezing. Hypothermia has never been on my bucket list, but hey, not my list.
I bend down and pull off my shoes. Then my socks.
“What are you doing?” Dany asks.
I unbuckle my belt and slide it from the loops.
Dany’s eyes widen and red splotches pop up on her cheeks.
“Skinny dipping at sunset,” I say. I push the buttons on my flannel one by one through their holes. She watches my hands as they work their way down. One button, then the next. Then my shirt hangs open. I’m bare to her.
“I’m skinny dipping. Not you. You, you…” She shakes her head and spins her finger in a circle. “You turn around.”
I laugh and shrug off my shirt.
She m
